Morningside Cuesta dulasei

the woman made no attempt to approach heda, and so the girl further softened. yet she remained rather suspicious. above this good sense, however, curiosity painted a fine, glowing demeanour. "you follow birds too?" she tried to make an approximation of the wink, but only clumsily closed both eyes.
the offer of help was received with a flurry of nods. "yes! yes, please," she amended, thinking of how she had been taught manners after all. "danke schön." the stranger didn't know what a rivenwood was. heda hesitated. "sequoia is my nomi. and mahler is my — well, he is the leader. a graf."
"and i have aunt willam there, too." she turned around and put her nose to the ground, but could not find the path back. "what's your name? i'm heda."